|The biker's shoe: No laces, off the chain.|
Baggy pants are also a foul.
I have a one-eared headphone so that I can listen to music or radio without disengaging aurally from my surroundings. My favorite commutes are usually before 9:00 am so I can catch some NPR programming on 90.5. If I'm too late for that, I'll go for energetic music I know well like Aqualung, Close to the Edge, or Black Holes & Revelations (the albums), occasionally throwing in some Erlkoenig (sung by Thomas Quasthoff).
I was stung by a wasp for the first time on Tuesday 10/29. I assume it was a wasp not because I saw it but because I saw many wasps near me on my commute after I was stung, one of which crashed into my glasses. It was a scary day, the first warm one in a while.
The scariest moment of my commutes so far was when I took a sharp corner too quickly on a wet day, and the boardwalk which had just betrayed my tires greeted my already disappointed face. But wood is pretty bouncy. I am, too, and only my elbow and my pride were bruised. After looking around and seeing no one, I decided my reputation for exemplary coordination was safe and continued on my way.
Finally, a word to cars. I once thought the "give us 3 feet" campaign (not this one) asked too much; I didn't want to slow up traffic because I cannot reach the speed limit. Now, though, realizing that most roads and traffic situations allow for 3 feet of clearance (if the car allows a few seconds to wait for a break as it would for slow-moving lawn tractors or construction vehicles), I have changed my mind. For one thing, my left turn signal, my outstretched left arm, is not quite 3 feet long, and it would be tragic to lose a finger because I was signaling a turn. Second, a luxury request considering my mad MTB bunny-hopping skills, it's nice to have the option to avoid potholes.
So, in sum, I love biking, and I arrive at school invigorated and ready for the day (pending a change of shirt, of course).